Chapter 19 The fierce west wind horseshoe broken
Two days later after the tragic battle under the cliff of Qifeng.
The sky is boundless, a corner of yellow sand, and there are five or six people riding horses silently on the desolate ancient desert. Although it is dusk, even the western sun can't stop the heat wave in the desert. The first of the knights sang:
Sad and windy, endless,
My martyrs are ghosts and gods!
This team walked in turn. Their pommel horses were tired, but their fighting spirit did not fall. At present, everyone sang:
My martyrs are ghosts and gods!
The horseshoe array, the yellow sand on the Gobi slides down, and the sad song echoes in the sky:
Sad and windy, endless,
My martyrs are ghosts and gods!
This group of people is the Li Xiu ghost species and the remaining guardians of the magic religion. After a war with the people who lived quietly, they are all scarred at this moment. Fortunately, they have passed through the ancient road in southern Xinjiang. This trip turns to the west. As long as they pass through the ancient desert in the west, it is not far from the mountain of the base camp of the magic religion.
Li Xiu's ghosts are at the front, and his true spirit is really consumed. Yun Qingyun's two old men became famous at the time of the demon war more than 20 years ago. He fought with them twice, and finally broke out his whole body's ghost gas to the extreme at the time of the collapse of the mountain rocks, sheltering several magic guards with thick ghost fog wings, and then he and Yu Ju Under the attack of the stone, he was able to get out of danger.
Since then, people have not had time to rest. In the past two days, they have been on their way continuously and crossed rare and dangerous places one after another. Up to now, they have less than one-tenth of the strength to cultivate ghosts.
But Li Xiu's ghost seed did not dare to stop at all. He knew in his heart that after living quietly, there was Lingxia Island, and then there might be Taoism, and even Western Kunlun and other righteous pursuers were chasing after them. At this time, the most dangerous thing was that he had calculated himself and Yun Qingyunmian before, who had been following the hidden enemy.
The breeze stroked the yellow sand, and the lonely sound blew through the vast desert, as if bringing a sad song. He immersed his thoughts into it, not only a burst of sadness.
The people in the right path are stacked. He smiled bitterly and said what I have. Although he is nominally the lord of the demon religion, his face is majestic. In fact, only people in the mountains can make him move. He really clearly understands that if Lei Ruotong dies, the old monster of Lingxia Island who has competed with him for many years will be invincible. At that time, what the right way will do to the demon religion is no longer to defeat, but to destroy it.
However, he can't be discouraged at this moment. He comforted himself that he also had a group of brothers such as Chen Kai and Qinyi who sacrificed their lives to follow, Li Qianren, who had a great responsibility, and made friends with a newcomer of the magic religion such as Qi Miao. The road to Zhongxing of the magic religion is not without hope.
Thinking like this, Li Xiu ghost species couldn't help revitalizing his spirit. At this moment, although the lord of the demon religion was weak inside and his face was slightly tired, he pointed to the hot sun hanging high in the sky and laughed and said, "God, do you praise me for cultivating ghost seeds?" At this moment, the demon master's words are heroic and majestic, and his expression is very generous.
At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise, and several rapid and indestructible sword spirit came from the depths of the ancient desert. Li Xiu's ghosts shouted that it was not good. He immediately jumped high, but his companions behind him were unpreparable, and the people and horses were cut into several pieces by the unparalleled sword spirit.
The demon master jumped up and walked in the air, and then, his eyes were full of yellow sand and blood surging. He was surprised, sad and stunned. At this time, there was a sigh in his consciousness: "The ambition to be powerful, how generous is the strong man, and the demon master is strong, and he is full of admiration."
His tone was warm and pure, and his voice penetrated the spirit of the ghost. His body suddenly emitted a violent ghost. He looked around the ancient desert and shouted, "Someone is a fierce ghost. Don't want to be sneaky. You can dare to appear and fight!"
This roar was like thunder, and the yellow sand in the Pangu desert was also stagnant. At this time, a person seemed to walk out slowly from the end of heaven and earth. He slowly walked to the front of the cultivation ghost species. The man had a wide robe, big sleeves and a high crown belt. He looked up at the fierce cultivation ghost species with cracked teeth, raised his hand and bowed slightly: Can In front of the lord of the demon religion, the classman made the axe in front of the ghost species, which made Mr. Hanzhi laugh.
Li Xiu's eyes were even more angry. Seeing that this man was dressed in green as a Confucian costume, he held a fan and danced in the wind. After a closer look, he was about 20 years old, with a handsome appearance and sparse eyebrows.
"Are you Zhou Hanzhi, the first disciple of Lingxia Island?" Li Xiu shouted angrily.
"It's right here to see Mr. Li." Although Zhou Hanzhi showed respect, he also held his own demeanor.
"Look at your young age, but you have a trick. You used to plan me and Yun Qingyun, but now you take action when I'm tired..." Li Xiu nodded "very good, very good!"
A tyrannical ghost suddenly broke out on his body. His eyes flashed with fine light, and his body was dark and high, like a ghost fire running around. He roared and hit Zhou Hanzhi with a ten thousand vigorous momentum.
Zhou Hanzhi sighed gently, moved his feet gently, and his body moved according to the eight trigrams and five elements. At this moment, the cultivation of ghosts had hit the ancient desert with their bodies as bullets. In an hour, the earthquake trembled, and the ancient desert demons and fires burned the praied the praipiary, which made the wind and clouds change color.
After a blow, a giant-like figure appeared in the place where the smoke dispersed. This was exactly the Li Xiu ghost species. After he looked around, his heart tightened. For no other reason, Zhou Hanzhi disappeared.
Suddenly, Li Xiu's back was cold, and Zhou Hanzhi was close to him like a ghost. He gently shook the paper fan and closed one by one. When Li Xiu's heart was shocked, the jade pillow hole behind his head had been touched by his fan. He suddenly felt that a yin force invaded the veins and veins, and then the true qi around him poured into his body and was pulled by the soft force. Introduction, wandering randomly between the seven meridians and eight veins.
He hurriedly worked hard to resist, but made it even more powerful. Under the real qi in the meridians, a trace of red blood flowed out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
"Haha" At this point, Li Xiu's ghost seed has realized that he is not lucky today. However, at this critical moment of life and death, he asked with a miserable smile, "Zhou Hanzhi, do you think you are scheming and calculated Li to eat me to death?"
"Hmm?" Zhou Han stopped doubting.
"If you still have the fate to return to Lingxia Island, look for the immortals and ask yourself who has calculated who!"
"What!" The suspicious color changed. When he wanted to ask, Li Xiu shouted fiercely and bit off his tongue. The copper cast iron body continued to swell, afraid that he would explode and die immediately.
He turned around and tried to drag Zhou Hanzhi with his last strength, while the latter frowned, shook the paper fan to push the demon away, and floated back.
With a loud noise, the Lord of the Demon Sect self-exploded and set off a huge sand wave, covering the sky and sprinkling the sky with yellow sand. At about a cup of tea, the ancient desert re-entered into silence.
Zhou Hanzhi held a fan on his chest and stood at the end of the Gobi, staring at the desolate desert. For thousands of years, I don't know how much blood and fire have been experienced here. The vast desert can tolerate hatred in the world, and the legends of countless heroes are swallowed up by the ancient silence here.
Although he has experienced a bloody struggle, his clothes are still spotless. At this moment, although his posture is still unrestrained and calm, a trace of doubt flashes between his eyes. What the demon owner said before himself actually mentioned that his teacher's destiny is well known to immortals. Is it that there is a change in the master? He stood for half a sound and had no way to rest assured. Now he decided to rush back to Lingxia Island to have a look.
Thinking about it, Zhou Han stopped shouting, and the imperial sword broke through the air, and then turned into a blank and galloped away.